#for part 2

[attaboy-lew]

after finally realizing why colin fixed penelope's dress like *that*,,,,,,,,, the brain rot has set in i fear

[bluebutbrilliant]

well.  i meant to work on rewrites all day, but ended up spending most of my time here.  i wrote a fic for nanowrimo and i’ve been trying to fix it up enough to feel ok about posting it, but wanted a nice clean place to put it when i’m ready (and this blog ain’t it lol it’s such a mess of everything and i love it).

so, new side blog.  and really, it’ll help me, too.  i’ll post this nice little fic there and on ao3, and anything i would normally reblog that i’ve read will go there, too.  all the reading and writing in one place.

i pulled a couple pieces i’ve already had floating out in the tumblrverse for now to post there.  the new fic is sitting at like 60k and 27 chapters, so it’ll take me a minute to fix some of it up.  i spit so much of it out so quickly that it’s definitely missing some development here and there and i’m struggling with not having paper pages to lay out in front of me to scribble on and draw arrows all over lol

so, if you’re interested in seeing what i come up with, or checking out what i’ve been reading, feel free to follow here

thanks if you read this, and i promise my fic has capitalization lol

[mcgrathconfessions]

Katie in a button-down shirt open at the collar. Loose necktie. Suspenders. Pinstripe slacks. Sleeves rolled up and pinned past her elbows. Her hair is pinned up so it looks short, exposing her long elegant neck. She sits down, knees spread wide. "I hear someone was calling me daddy."

[hopeandatwodollarbill]

“Harry’s stylist, right?” pt. 2 SNEAK PEAK

hehe I feel evil... enjoy.  :) part 2 coming sometime this week, maybe Wednesday**  -

“Did you lose weight, H?”

“Huh?” He looks down at himself and somewhat notices the looser fit, but wasn’t quite sure if he had lost weight. “Don’t think so.”

She hums and steps closer to him, dropping her hands to tug at various parts of the suit, trying to figure out whether she should take anything in or leave it be.

“It’s probably all the travel I’ve been doin’. Can be draining me more than I realize.” He ponders as she continues to work silently over the suit.

Her hands travel beneath the suit and encircle his waist, almost as if she’s hugging him, but not really. His stomach flexes at the contact, her chest pressed softly against his. She grips a bit of the shirt from the back and then unfolds herself from him to look at the mirror. The shirt is now taut against his sternum and pectorals under the coat. She tilts her head, silently asking him his opinion.

“I think it’s fine the way it is, honestly.”

“Okay,” she nods and releases her hold on the shirt, hand slithering out from beneath his coat. 

He exhales deeply through his nose. 

“Make sure you eat properly tonight.” She says before beginning to pack up her things, done for the day. Harry begins to undress himself.

She turns back to face him as he hands her the jacket and shirt, her eyes run over the length of his torso, both for the sake of checking on his health and for other purely selfish reasons. All the tattoos still remained where they always were when she saw him like this. It never got old, his beautiful body. He didn’t even need clothes to look good. She blinks back to reality when the fabric comes in contact with her hand.

“Make sure you treat yourself this holiday season, you deserve it, H. And it seems like any weight you ever gain is muscle anyways, so you don’t exactly have to worry around the sweets table.” 

 Harry laughs heartily as he slips on his long sleeve shirt he was wearing. Then he starts on the pants as she turns away again to hang up the top parts of the suit.

Finally, she adds when he hands her the suit pants, “Just don’t want you overworking yourself. Seriously, H.”

He looks at her as he buttons up his baggy blue jeans. The outfit he wore was just the first clean things he had grabbed when he had gotten home. His green eyes turn serious after the mirthfilled last few moments.

He crosses to her side as she puts away the clothes in the garment bag. His hand lands softly on her shoulder and she turns to him at his touch. “I know. You’re so good to me, darling. Always making sure I’m taking care of myself…”

It’s quiet. 

The soft breeze in the London air outside barely whispers around the house. Harry’s voice was laced with love, even if it wasn’t his intention. His ‘thank you’ was piercing into her heart and his touch wasn’t helping her stay focused. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt Harry take a step closer to her, his head ducking slightly down to her level.

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[dshanks-op]

Part 1 of a New One Piece Colorspread

Source: @YonkoProd Twiitter

[punitguhit]

Oh look! A RonnieColn Fancomic (Part 1)! And here is Part 2.

[auroraluftss]

UMM how the FUCK did I get a 70% on my accounting test when I’m 90% sure I got every answer wrong